A King's Harem

Sombra leaned back on the large, plush bed he'd conjured in the middle of his throne room. Around him his four slaves tended to him, stroking his muscles and his cock, kissing him and licking him and looking at him in rapturous worship. He would occasionally reach out, to slap them or choke them or drag them around, all of which would elicit moans of gratitude from them. He would also, with increasing frequency, grip their asses and thighs and stroke their new brands with an air of possessiveness about his actions.

He liked seeing them marked like that. Oh how he liked it. There was something primal and deeply pleasing about seeing them stripped of the strongest display of a pony's individual being, and seeing it replaced with a brand of his ownership. They weren't merely slaves. They were property. His property. His prized possession.

Without warning he sat up and dragged Flash against his chest, pushing the pegasus deep into a warm and sloppy kiss where he explored the stallion's throat with his tongue. Then Sombra pushed Flash roughly off himself and dragged Sunburst in for a kiss, and then Shining and Thorax and Flash again, then two at a time, then all four, cradling them to himself and licking their faces as he panted and his cock stood stiff and leaking. Then he shoved them aside and leaned back, breathing deeply as he tried to cool off.

His slaves went back to nuzzling his body, softly stroking his limbs and chest and abs and planting little kisses here and there. He looked at them, and his cock throbbed. "Mine," he hissed, more to himself than to them. Then he swallowed, looking around the otherwise empty room. With a finger he beckoned Flash to come closer to his face. The lithe pegasus moved on his knees at his King's call, the difference between his slim figure and Sombra's bulky, musclebound frame truly striking.

Sombra took Flash's chin within his fingers, knuckles pressed against Flash's neck. He looked for a moment at Flash's stiff nipples, then focused back on his adoring expression. "Do you love your King?" he asked.

"Above all else," Flash answered. There was no hesitation in his voice, but there was a quiver to it, cracked and shaking from all the pleasure Flash felt at just being talked to and touched by Sombra.

"Would you do anything for your King?"

"Anything and everything." As Flash answered, Sombra's magic directed his other slaves to please his body. Shining went to jerking his cock with both hands, Sunburst to licking and cradling his fat balls, and Thorax to suckling on one of his nipples while twisting the other with his fingers.

Happy with the pleasure he was receiving, and even more so with the words spilling out of Flash's mouth, Sombra continued. "Is your King good?"

"My King is what defines goodness. Good stems from him, in accordance to his will and desires."

Sombra gave a quiet grunt and a flex of his hips. "Yes," he whispered. "Is your King beautiful?"

"My King is the most beautiful pony to ever live." Flash brought a hesitant hand to Sombra's chest and held it there, feeling the bulk and heat of Sombra's muscles beneath his touch.

Sombra moaned, a little louder than before. "Tell me what of me is beautiful. Tell me all that is magnificent of me!"

"My King's body is godly," Flash began with dreamy tones and an equally dreamy expression. "Strong, muscled, ageless, always in his prime, invincible. Greater than any stallion who ever lived. His hands could choke the life out of a dragon's neck, his back carry towers, his legs crack mountains with a kick. He is power incarnate, unstoppable, divine. My King has the best cock in the world. The thickest, longest, largest, heaviest shaft. His balls too are just as magnificent, heavy and full and gargantuan and always brimming with his perfect, glorious seed. He cums so much, and never tires, and his cum is the most delectable nectar. Drinking it and receiving it gives pleasure beyond compare. My King's musk is intoxicating, the taste of his body arousing, the touch of his hands electrifying on my skin. My King's magic is unrivaled, infinitely powerful. He can bend reality to his will, carve the world around him and shape the minds of those he wishes to. My King is divine, godly, the sole perfect ruler of everything that is. His every action is joy to me, his every word sparks pleasure in my being. He gives me purpose, and he is everything's purpose. I love my King. I worship my King. I will do everything for my King. I-"

"Ah!" Sombra choked Flash into silence with his hand as he came, spurting thick ropes of his seed over his crotch and over Sunburst and Shining's manes. The two unicorns did not stop servicing him until he'd finished spurting, and then seamlessly moved on to cleaning the cum off his body with their mouths, only getting to what had landed on them once they'd licked him clean.

Sombra let go of Flash's neck as his climax ended and his mind returned to him from that brilliant whiteness it had reached. Flash had almost passed out from lack of breathing, but he was smiling blissfully, and he stayed upright as Sombra let go of him. He spoke no longer, as he knew his King didn't wish to hear more at that moment. Sombra looked at him for a bit, still panting and feeling his heart beat fast, then finally shoved him aside on the bed with a hand while shaking his head.

Sunburst and Shining had fully cleaned his body of cum and were sucking each other's manes, so he let them at it and took hold of Thorax instead. Without much fanfare he grabbed the lightweight changeling with a hand and easily slid him onto his cock, beginning to use his ass and body like a toy to jerk himself off. He pushed himself up on his knees as he did so, overlooking the three remaining ponies on the bed as they moaned and rubbed their bodies against each other. Flash had crawled his way to Shining and Sunburst and was alternatively sharing deep sloppy kisses with them and helping with cleaning Sombra's cum off of them. All three stallions were positively addicted to the stuff, but at that point they got so much pleasure by just being near Sombra that the extra hits from eating his cum were just pleasant peaks to indulge in and not as maddening as they would have been had their minds not been constantly flooded with ecstasy.

Thorax, too, looked longingly at those few traces of Sombra's cum still left on Shining and Sunburst, and Sombra chose to angle his hips and the changeling's body so that he could lap at it as well. Thorax gave a moan-like buzz from somewhere in his throat at that, and his ass tightened pleasantly around Sombra's massive cock. Sombra bit his lips and faltered in his motions, barely avoiding a second orgasm he hadn't realised he was already close to. As he slowly stroked himself with Thorax's insides, he pondered what to do.

There was nothing wrong with cumming. He quite liked it, in fact. But cumming inside Thorax would be a reward for him, one the changeling didn't deserve when the others... One the changeling had done nothing himself to earn. And they had all already drunk of his seed without really doing anything to earn it, save for Flash, who had had less than Shining and Sunburst. They should have been begging for it. He wanted to hear them beg.

He tossed Thorax off his cock onto the tangle of stallions before him, and began to stroke himself before them. "Beg," he commanded.

The four obediently knelt low before his throbbing erection, eyes glued to his hand as it travelled up and down his length. Their voices spilled out eager and almost desperate, one over the other. Sombra didn't care who of them was talking, they were all the same and he far more cared for the words themselves. "Please, our King, bless us, your seed, we need it, please, cum for us, we worship you, we will do anything, so magnificent, your cum, our King, please, so perfect, so strong, we need it, we worship you, our King, your seed, we love you, we-"

Sombra, having worked himself into a blind frenzy as their pleads filled his ears, erupted over all of them. He came again and again, harder than he had just minutes at most before. He came as already they were tangled with each other, licking his cum, moaning and writhing in ecstasy as he marked them with his seed. He came as their worshipful voices sang in his ears. Finally he stopped, and watched them still busy cleaning each other. "Mine... Good pets," he whispered.